My name Is Tavros Nitram and I'm currently sitting in the parking lot of my school waiting for my brother to pick me up, normally I just walk home (more like escorted) by my best friend and secret crush Gamzee Makara, but there was one thing, he was an Upperclassmen (a rich kid from the east side of the tracks, where all the rich snobs live in great homes or even mansions) and my brother being the Hood that he is, hates Upperclassmen. Though this was never a problem with me, but I remembered today my brother was getting out of jail, and like always; he goes to pick me up right after he's released.
wHY DO YOU ASK THAT HE WAS IN JAIL IN THE FIRST PLACE?,,,
bECAUSE HE IS ONE OF THE BADDEST HOODS ON THE WEST SIDE OF THE TRACKS, hE WOULD GO OUT OF HIS WAY JUST TO START A FIGHT OR EVEN KILL AN UPPERCLASSMEN
iF YOU WERE TO LOOK UP 'HOOD' IN THE DICTIONAIRY HE WOULD BE THE DEFINITION,,,PLUS HE sHOT A GUY,,,
I hated the fact that my brother the one I looked up to when I were small, was one of the baddest, but I didn't really blame him. After our parents divorced it took a toll on my father and my brother was pissed (because our mother was an upperclassmen who fell in love with a hood, had four kids, then divorced because she met someone else, taking my older sister Aranea and my twin sister Vriska, I don't really see her as my twin though; because she looked American [blonde with light skin] and I looked like a Hispanic as my father and brother) I were startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see the painted face of my friend "Gamzee what are you doing there? I thought you got on the bus." He just shrugs "I was going to stay for band practice but motherfuckers went and re-scheduled without me knowing." He answered setting his guitar case next to me. "But Gamz don't you remember what I told you about Rufioh if he sees you here with me he's going to kill you, LITERALY." Before he could answer I noticed a 1984 orange Chevy pick-up truck driving into the parking lot. Without even thinking I push Gamzee off the sidewalk next to a near bush, he takes the hint and crawls over to hide behind it just as the truck pulls up. The window rolls down and the first thing I see is my brother's red highlights. "Hey bro, ya missed me?" Rufioh asks casually. I rolled my eyes as I stood up walking towards the truck. 'Hey bro, whose guitar is that?' he asks eyeing the purple guitar case.
sHIT! i FORGOT ABOUT THE GUITAR!
"Oh, uhh…I guess some dingbat just left it there…heheh" I said as I throw my backpack into the truck, he raises a brow "Well then get it bro it could be worth a couple Benjamin's." Rufioh says eyeing the case. I sigh "Bro you know I hate stealing and you just got out of jail cant we just leave it there, whoever left it there is probably coming back for it." He turns to with a eyebrow raised, accented with his piercing. He just shrugs "all right just get in the truck. I'm starved let's get a bite then get home." I sigh in relief as I jump onto the passenger seat. As he drives away I look at the side mirror and watch Gamzee walk out from behind the bush to grab his guitar.
I turn back and stare at the road, while the radio is blasting some Michael Jackson song I think its Smooth Criminal, of course my brother always has to have a CD with nothing but songs about rebellion or something similar, even though I was perfectly fine with Michael Jackson. "So" my brother finally talks "how's school been?" "Been decent, I'm passing all my classes" I answer in an awkward tone "good, good...so anything happen, you know like rumbles and shit while I was in the cage." He asks. I hate it when he asks stuff like this, he knows I don't want anything to do with the never ending war between the Upperclassmen and the Hoods even though all my friends are hoods, our father was one, and my brother is the worst I wanted nothing to do with that lifestyle, all I wanted was for everyone to be equal not judged or beaten by their appearance or class. 'I know you don't like that kind of shit bro but you know how it is you can't fight it, this is who we are." He says "no' I said with a growl "it's who YOU are and you know that I want NOTHING to do with it. I do my best to stay away from all that shit!" I growl at him. "bro how can you stay away from what's happenin' in your own back yard, I mean just five years ago it was happenin' in our own home." "Do NOT bring up the fucking divorce it's been hell of all of us!" I sighed "especially for dad…" (After the divorce dad had gone into a horrible depression, he would never eat or talk or even get out of his room. One day we didn't hear from him at all, when Rufioh went to check up on him, he found him overdosed on the floor, the paramedics couldn't do anything…he was already gone) we were both silent the ride to McDonalds, and the ride home. I walked into my room, threw my backpack on the floor next to the desk and slumped down on my bed. I felt like I was in a glass case of emotion, the divorce, the gang war, and everything in between. I crawled under the blanket, grabbed my stuffed bull and broke down in silent tears. I hate this lifestyle where everyone fought and some were killed, all because they were Hoods…all because they lived on the west side of the tracks. I hate all of it, especially since I had to keep my friendship with Gamzee a secret from everyone. If they knew I had an Upperclassmen friend they would have thought of me as a traitor and beaten me to death just like everyone else, I wondered how my father did it, how he fell in love with an Upperclassmen, got married, and had kids and not seen as a traitor. Just as I was about to close my eyes my phone rings. I pick it up from my nightstand and smiled as I read who it's from and quickly answer
"Hey Gamz"
"Hey Tavbro, everything goin ok with your bro?"
"Yeah but the douche keeps asking be about the stupid fight, you know people like him against..Well people like your 'bought friend' Equius."
(Even though Gamzee was an Upperclassmen he never acted or looked it, he wore a black worn out leather jacket with torn blue jeans all the time, and he always had his hair greased up even though he never styles it if he were to walk up to someone that didn't know him they would have thought he was a Hood himself. He also wore clown makeup when you first met him you asked if he was a Juggalo, but he told me it was just a phase he never grew out of.)
"Did you tell the motherfucker anything?"
"No, and when I didn't answer he said that 'I couldn't fight it because it was part of my life' it pissed me off."
"Shit bro, I feel sorry for you."
I sighed "I just wish I could run away from all this, you know somewhere where there's no fighting because of class, someplace peaceful and beautiful."
"That would be some sort of miracles brother, I wish the same thing, you know? To get away from this mess, I just want to all up and leave and make some miracles somewhere more…Well… Miraculous."
Just before I could reply my brother walks in. 'hey bro can I talk to you for a sec." he asks "I'll call you back." I hang up and glare at my brother. "What do you want?'
Rufioh leans on the door "look Tav I'm sorry I asked you about the rumbes, I know how much you hate all that shit and I don't know, it's just something I'm so used to and I know it's something you don't want any part in." he sighs and walks towards me while fishing out a small box from his jeans pocket "I made you this while in the slammer." He says as he hands me a dog-tag necklace with the name 'Nitram' engraved on it with the Taurus symbol on the side. I look at it one more time before looking at my brother, it has been three years since he's ever given me something, let alone a gift he made himself "thanks Rufioh, it's awesome." I said as I put it on. There was a small smile on Rufioh's pierced face as he sat at the edge of my bed. "Well I did feel bad not being there for your big one eight." He said as he ruffled my Mohawk. "Hey how's about these two lady killers go have some fun at the arcade?" he asks "sure!"